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It Was My Move

Thursday, February 22nd, 2018

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Return of the nWo

Monday, January 29th, 2018

If you have a razor sharp memory, you might recall that about five years ago I did a posting on the nWo (New World Order) wrestling days that I fondly recall from around 1996-1997, and I chronicled my meeting with Kevin “Diesel” Nash, as well as with Booker T. Since those five years have passed, my list of wrestler encounters have blown up exponentially, mostly thanks to three separate visits to WrestleCade in North Carolina. Among those encounters, there were a handful from that delightful era of WCW wrestling, and more specifically to this posting, that had been members of the nWo. You can click that link above to go back and read about my enjoyment of that wrestling era, but for the purposes of this posting, I’ll combine most – but not all – of the nWo encounters I’ve had over those missing years.  Read the rest of this entry »

A Mountain of Waltons

Monday, January 22nd, 2018

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In one regard it seemed like a pretty odd idea to have a reunion of actors from this obscure entry in the Halloween series at the HorrorHound Weekend on September 11, 2016. But then again, I ended up being glad that they chose go with these players from the sixth entry, The Curse of Michael Myers. Even though it’s just the type of movie that I can’t honestly remember whether I’ve ever seen it or not, the cast was made up of a pretty diverse group of performers who, if I didn’t want them necessarily for their participation in this, had done some other interesting things. And they all ended up being such lovely people that I’ve now actually anxious to visit – or re-visit, whichever the case may be – this film.  Read the rest of this entry »

There’s a period of my life that rarely comes up any more. I’ve been a music lover, no, music adorer since I was a young kid, spinning record after record on my old portable record player. As a youth I’ve gone through phases of liking all kids of music – from Sesame Street tunes to Barry Manilow to KISS to the Beatles and on and. These days my music palette is tremendously huge, and I’ve even let in certain rap and country artists (just CERTAIN ones), and my enjoyment of music has never been greater or broader. But there was a period – let’s just call it 1987 – when the only thing on my mind was heavy metal.  Read the rest of this entry »